Recognising What We Give

Recognising What We Give

It was a quiet morning in the woods, the kind where everything feels unhurried. My dog walked beside me, close enough that my little finger rested lightly on the lead. Nothing dramatic. Just a familiar rhythm between us.And yet something about that moment stayed with...
Easter blessings…

Easter blessings…

As I write this post I do so sat in our lovely garden.  Around this time of the year the beech hedge starts to fill out and bloom and this time is no exception. So much has happened in the past two years let alone in the last ten years but nature reminds us of how we...